Oh, my brother, I have said goodbye
Once my little playmate, you must die
Your voice is very weak as there you rest
I wish that life were not a cruel test
I told you of the see saw and the swings
I will not argue, this is what life brings
Remembered fireworks and the blazing fire
The Catherine wheel, the longing, the desire
How can a boy so strong soon turn to dust?
Where has gone the liveliness, the lust?
Weak but uncomplaining you lie there
On my face I feel a film of tears
You’ll never die, you’ll live on in my mind
I forgive your acts, for you were blind
How my heart sings 
This is achingly sad, but very truthful and well rendered. P.S. I posted a new Letters from Quarantine.
Thank you Syd and thanks re your post